|. Trevor J. Linkon .}

[trevor linkon]

Trevor Linkon
Behind the character

Alias: Lynn
Age: 15
RP experience: roughly three years
Codeword: -admin edit-
Where did you hear about us?: uh uh uh. i can't remember...
RP sample:

His tall, but lean figure sunk into the deep cushions of the micro-fiber chair in the hotel lobby. It seemed as though the chair wanted to just eat him alive, but hey, he couldn’t blame it. Who wouldn’t? After all he was, in his opinion and many other’s, a very hot eighteen year old boy who was in fact single and looking around at his options. He had a very well toned body, complete with a nice pale skin tone and a well formed six pack, which was might he brag, working on an eight pack. He had deep, deep brown eyes that were as black as an abyss in the pupils, and they were surrounded by a crisp line of eyeliner above his eyes and a light dusting of black eyes shadow below them. His black locks were long and silky smooth, as well as hanging a bit over his face to hide some of his features. His well-sized, pink, pouty lips were curled in an upward manner as he let a smirk face the world around him. He was relaxed within the chair, his figure dressed in all black and legs propped up on the table in front of him.

A form fitting, button up shirt with long sleeves rolled up to his elbows was what dressed the male’s torso on this fine afternoon. It hugged his body, showing off his lean figure rather well. The shirt however was not long enough to cover some of the exposed skin on his lower stomach. He had jeans that fit snuggly around his body, but rested a little low giving the eyes a bit of a feast but still leaving a tasteful amount to the imagination. The jeans were black, of course and were held up but a black belt with silver pyramid studs on it. Hanging at his side was a chain that connected to a belt loop, but also connected a wallet to the other end of that chain. The wallet was nestled deep within his pocket on the left side. His feet were propped up on a table the rested a foot or two in front of him and his long legs were outstretched rather comfortably. They were crossed over one another and his boots were latter laced with red laces that tied all the way up to the top. Under his jeans, the boots went up to about the middle of his calf and fit comfortably.

His deep eyes scanned the room, watching to see if he might perhaps find someone that he knew. He was bored, and wanted someone who could entertain him since he was all by himself. He wasn’t usually alone for he always had a friend somewhere, but today was a very dull day and there didn’t seem to be anyone around besides himself. The lobby, as he had noticed, was dead and seemingly lifeless except for he who had no life today. He was alone, and bored. The male pulled the iPod out of his front right pocket of his jeans and untangled the cord of the ear buds. He placed them in his ears and turning the iPod off hold to have the loud and fierce, very mature, screaming lyrics of the band Cannibal Corpse playing through the tiny speakers. He kept the volume where it was and slipped the mp3 player back into his pocket, stretched out a bit more and pulled at the hem of his shirt, still only leaving that tasteful amount of skin on his lower torso exposed. He shook his head slightly, letting the black locks fall over his eyes and letting the heavy lids consume the brown colored optics.

The basics

Character Full name: Trevor Jacoby Linkon
Age: eighteen
Gender: all male
Orientation: bisexual
Human or vampire: human
School & sport or club (if human): south bend high, art for the club?
Grade (if human): senior [12th]

Digging deeper

Personality:

Conceited;; He’s hot stuff and he knows it. He doesn’t care if people think he’s conceited or if people don’t like him because of it. It runs in the family, and that’s something that’s pretty hard to break. He’s good at a lot of things, and will always be good at all those things. He lets it get to his head, and that’s partly why he likes control, victory and perfection.
Friendly;; Trevor is one of the most outgoing, friendly and well mannered kids you might ever meet. He knows how to be civil when he is around people he doesn’t know, but still has that overly friendly look to him. He was raised to have very good manners, and was held up to it, especially when he would visit his grandparents for odd weeks during the summer. His grandmother was also very strict and she made sure that he kept up his manners and if he slipped she’d hit him with a ruler. Gotta hate teachers, huh? They are the worst thing ever thought of. Except when they’re good looking. He had a crush on his second bell class his sophomore year. She was great…
Angry;; He wouldn’t classify himself as violent, and dangerous when around other people, but when he is mad, you better heed the warning signs and give him some space. Trevor is the first person who will tell you what he thinks your problem is. Whether it’s true or not, if it bugs him enough to tell you, then odds are that it is true. He doesn’t like to keep his anger inside him because he feels that it will someday hurt someone so he keeps his emotions open. If he does hold onto a grudge, you’d better watch your back because he’ll come out with it at random times.
Respectful;; He was always taught that even if you don’t like someone that you should still respect them and treat them how you would wish to be treated. That works for most people, but those people that he just will seem to never get along with, you can not expect him to be civil and respectful. If he doesn’t like you because of his reasons or something that you have done then you will know he hates you. He’s almost always respectful to the adults, and anyone older then him, but same goes for them. If they do something to him, or he dislikes them because of his reasons then they will know it right off the bat.
Laid-back;; Some people change around the phrase of being laid-back for lazy. Either one can describe Trevor. Whether you want to be nice or up front, these statements are a good match for the male. He likes to do things when he gets around to them, and that might be the second the words escape his lips, or two weeks from the moment he says he will do things. It just depends on what it is that he needs to do. Usually though he does things right away so he doesn’t forget about them later.
Victorious;; He likes to win, it doesn’t really even matter what he’s doing. He could be playing basketball, racing, playing guitar hero, or even being the first to successfully complete a difficult math problem. He likes the feeling of being the winner because in his life, unless he won then he wasn’t happy. He does like to play around, but as long as he wins it’s all good.
Controlling;; He may not seem like the power-hungry type of person when you first meet him, but get deeper into his range of emotions and you’ll learn he’s very controlling. He doesn’t like it when people think they can control him, and if they think they have the balls to try it, they will learn the hard way that he always has the upper hand. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing really, whether it comes to work, organizing things, or sex. He likes the upper hand and has only ever let one person dominate him, but that man has passed on due to some unspeakable reasons.
Addicted;; Caffeine. Everyone has something they are addicted too, and this boy is victim to the temptations of coffee. Not so much soda, but hot coffee. He’ll take it anyway, and practically lives on the stuff. If he missed breakfast his next source is coffee. He rarely goes a morning without it and if he does he feel extremely sick and suffers from massive headaches all day. Without his coffee he’s usually very calm and isn’t fazed by anything going on around him, but with coffee he’s very alert and is almost always moving. However he calms down after a little while because he doesn’t drink a lot at one time for it upsets his stomach.
Open;; Trevor, he’s an interesting guy. You’ll probably never know absolutely everything about him, but I will tell you that he is most definitely one of the most open-minded, well-rounded, idea sharing man you’ll ever know. He’s not afraid to show himself off, whether it is his body, his emotions or his thoughts. He’ll tell you flat out. Ask if he’s been with a man, he’ll tell you. Ask what he’s thinking about, he’ll tell you. It may not be the thing you really wanna hear, but that is the change you take when you ask him what he thinks.

Likes:

• boys
  
• girls
  
• horror and/or romance flicks
  
• guitar hero
  
• winning
  
• having control
  
• extremely hot weather
  
• cuddling
  
• drawing/painting
  
• eating
  
• drinking/smoking
  
• straight hair
  
• make up
  
• his body
  
• dogs
  
• history
  
• sleeping in
  
• late nights
  

Dislikes:

• loosing
  
• being submissive
  
• cold weather
  
• getting up early
  
• math
  
• writing
  
• homophobes
  
• cats [allergic]
  
• hospitals
  
• mysteries
  
• children
  
• thinking too much
  
• sitting still
  
• abstinence
  

Fears:

• rejection
  
• hatred
  
• his final breath
  
• getting an STD
  
• hospitals
  
• being alone forever
  

Flaws:

• He doesn’t back down when someone threatens him
  
• He has a hard time sitting still for too long
  
• He’s addicted to sex; with boys or girls. No real preference
  
• He can’t admit when he’s afraid, or that he can’t do something
  
• He drinks and smokes more often then he should
  
• He bites his nails without even realizing it
  
• Taps his fingers or feet when he’s bored
  
• He constantly messes with his hair or with his clothes
  
• His clothes tend to come off a little too easily
  

It's all in the past

Personal history:

Let me start out by saying this. He’s a perfect kid in his parent’s eyes, but that was before his family fell apart. That was before everything dropped down into hell and came back. That was being he started smoking and drinking nightly. That was before he was caught in the bedroom with his boyfriend.

Being bi was at first a very strange thing to him and his parents. They were totally against the whole, lesbian/gay thing and they had almost completely blocked such things out of their child’s lives so that he did not know of the world that he lived in. For a long time, Trevor had never even come to think that there were men with men and women with women or men with both or women with both. He knew and thought that heterosexual couples were the only thing that existed. He learned in a very awkward manner when he was 15 years old that things can swing both ways, or the opposite way.
He’d been drinking with some of his friends, when his best friend in the world came out in front of the group. Being as drunk as everyone was, no one said something until he admitted to having a huge crush on Trevor and that he just wanted to have his way with him right there in the bar. Everyone laughed at that and thought it was funny as hell, but it struck Trevor in the most violent of ways. At first he completely was shocked that his friend had such thoughts, but as the night grew old, they drank more, and the two boys got a whole lot closer to one another. He kissed the other and as time progressed they ended up in a bathroom stall in the bar. Today, Trevor might say it was the kinkiest night of his life, but then. It was the most awkward, painfully foul thing he’d ever done. He never thought such activities would have involved him, but it happened and worst of all, he remembered the night when his friend didn’t.

On his sixteenth birthday, his parents, after years and years of constant fighting and bickering back and forth. They announced their final date for their marriage and that they were getting a divorce. His father was leaving the house, and sooner rather then later Trevor would get to meet his step-father. This completely ruined him. Even though he knew his mother and father had only been together on his behalf, he had never imagined that they would actually go through and make the whole thing final. Yeah they had separated before, but they always ended up being back together. He was angry with them and told them exactly how mad he was, but it didn’t change their opinion and nine days after his birthday his father left and his mother brought Joel into the house.
Joel was just simply Satan hiding behind a different name. Trevor didn’t like him at all and to this day he would cuss and swear that man until the moment of his last dying breaths. The man was violent toward him, and right off the bat it seemed that Joel had gotten his mother pregnant. Trevor disliked the man extremely but she was madly in love with him and they never fought. Joel and Trevor fought a lot but she saw past that as a new family kind of relationship. She said things would get better, but Trevor only ever remembered fighting verbally or physically with him.

Trevor spent a lot of time at his father’s house because he adored the man. They were a lot alike, and he didn’t get yelled at when he listened to his music too loud, ate junk food, or had tons of friends over. His old man was an alcoholic and always supplied the booze for him and his friends, hell, he was even cool enough to hang with them sometimes. He really enjoyed his father’s company and he thought some of his friends did too. They all had a good time and he liked it there a lot better then he did at his mother’s house. He liked it even when the man got remarried. He’d admit it today, but thought back then that his new step-mom was hot. She was a fox, and everyone thought that. She’d just recently gotten divorced as well and the two met at a club scene. She was a drinker and could handle the drinking games that the males played. He enjoyed the house even more, until one night when he had his friends and a boyfriend over. It was late, and they got called by the police for noise. Jimmie, one of his friends was passed out on the couch, and he had been Rylie’s driver. Rylie was 15 still at the time and couldn’t drive, so when everyone left, Trevor said he could stay and chill with him. It was cool though, no hesitation because they were going out at the time. Well. He lead the male up to his room and left Jimmie there on the couch because he’d be out for a few hours as always.
He pulled the boy into the room, and although younger then Trevor, he was extremely attractive, and he had no problem going out with a young boy. He thought he’d locked the door behind him and pretty quickly after a game of strip poker the two were involved in a heated moment. His father must have woken up from his nap and walked upstairs. When he found the two of them together he was extremely angry with Trevor for he thought he’d been able to keep such things out of his life. He was not alright with fags and queers, and found it horrifying that his son was one. He pulled the two apart from one another and nearly pushed the younger of the two down the stairs and out the door while he threatened to kill Trevor. He’d never fought with his father before, but he couldn’t stand there and let the man push him around, so he fought back.

There was no hesitation in either man’s punches, for they were both defending what they thought was right. Trevor knew it may be the minority, but there were homo/bi people out there. It was a natural feeling that he had and he fought for that. His father on the other hand dropped to giving below-the-belt insults and shoved Trevor around. The male hand enough, and one rough push backed him against the wall, broke the glass of the window and sent him tumbling down three stories to his death.
Even still today Trevor could describe every sort of emotion he felt when that happened. He had not meant to kill the man, for he’d just been angry. He’d only wanted the man to see that he was alright, and not mental. He wanted the man to be fair, and to still love him even though he was different… but looking down on his lifeless body disgusted him. It was the most horrifying thing he’d ever seen, because it was real. It was all real, not fake like in the horror movies that he loved so much.

He never admitted to hurting the man. He forged a final note and signed it goodbye. He left the house after that, never to return again and hasn’t seen anyone in his family since then.

Parents:
Father;; Jeremy Linkon - deceased
Step-Mother;; Julia Gly Linkon
Step-Father;; Joel Fouss
Mother;; Christine Linkon Fouss
Siblings:
Brothers [all half]
Rylan Linkon [Jeremy/Julia][twin of Chad]
Chadrick Linkon [Jeremy/Julia][twin of Rylan]
Toby Linkon [Jeremy/Julia]
Freddie Fouss [Joel/Christine][16 months]
Benji Fouss [Joel/Christine][16 months]
Kids: No way. There won’t be any kids unless there is some sort of huge accident.

When I look in the mirror

Hair: black [naturally brown]
Eyes: brown
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 154 lbs
PB: Alex McKee
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